Currer Bell’s Yo’ Momma Jokes

Human beings must love something, and, in the dearth of worthier objects of affection, I contrived to find a pleasure in loving and cherishing yo momma, shabby as a miniature scarecrow, throughout the night.

It is in vain to say human beings ought to be satisfied with tranquillity: they must have unmuzzled crazies; so they suffer yo momma.

There is only one difference between yo momma and me. I am not mad.